A LOVE SONG.
Ova cushion was the op'ning flowers, Our coverlet the sunny sky. When bonny Bess and I reposed On yon manuka mountain high. Her head upon her shoulder pressed, Around me stretched her lily arm; In whispers low she breath'd a tale That told me Bessie's dearest charm. It was the pleading of a heart That truly said it was my own, Nor would she have another there, Were he a king upon a throne. I kiss'd away the loving words That, whisp'ring, came from true love's flame; But how I felt the while is far Above the power of man to name. If Time would but restore the noun I spent with Bessie on the hill, I would not plead with him for more, But, cheerful, let him have his will; For while I lived these hours again, And breath'd in them love's holy prayer, My soul in parting life could feel No troubling pang of painful care. Robert.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 205, 2 September 1867, Page 3
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162A LOVE SONG. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 205, 2 September 1867, Page 3
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